Steve was sleeping closest to the door, and just barely on the edge of waking up. He hadn't slept much the night before, distracted and thinking probably a little too much, so it'd been nice to sleep in. Especially since he still felt a warmth that was distinctly Bucky up against his back-it wasn't often both of them slept through til morning.
The sudden sound of quick, little footsteps brought him to the surface but he stay still, pretending he was still asleep while Stevie climbed up on the bed. It wasn't until the little boy started bouncing and chanting "Wake up! Wake up!" that Steve put on a big groan and sat up, wrapping himself around Stevie and tugging him down in to his lap, blowing a raspberry against his cheek. "Wake uuuup, I don't wanna wake up." he teased.